My Poetry Sucks

Well it does...

 

 

My poetry sucks

 

I’m so tired of writing

My fingers are sore

My poetry sucks

I’m becoming a bore

 

Sticking a verse

In front of your face

Oozing with love

All over the place

 

Creamsicle colors

Metaphors thick

Wasting your time

Making you sick

 

Finding a title

Spending the time

Just like this poem

Something to rhyme

 

Or it could be free-verse…

Drifting on metallic clouds in copper spoons

dreaming in patterns of silhouette subways

and my foot falls asleep

 

Maybe a Senryu

 

Read at your own risk

Dumb crap being written here

Vomit bags needed

 

Perhaps a Haiku

 

Softly floats the bird

Atop morning glory skies

Damn thing s**t on me

 

Or a Tanka, a Sonnet

A Villanelle or an Assterring

The last one is nothing

I made up the damn thing

 

So you see I’m no poet

Least not anymore

For what you are seeing

Is what you abhor

 

And I’m not complaining

Not here on this screen

My pen is on empty

I’m ready to leave

 

I’m so tired of writing

My fingers are sore

My poetry sucks

I’m becoming a bore

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for not reading

Lighten up people....

Reviews

[s y e]

Where is my Jackomantic???? Don't make me come over there, my friend. It's a looooong flight but I will take it if I need to. We all have these days where we have a little down time about our writing. Mine happens way to often and sadly, today is also a day for me. Your writing is not rubbish, and I am a huge fan of it. Don't stop writing, this will pass my friend. We're all here for you.

[Jack...]

Sye, chill my friend...it's all in fun. Thank you so much for reading.

[s y e]

Oh. Sorry.

[Sami Khalil]

If that is true Jack then you won't have this big following of friends and fans all over the place. I feel down sometimes and think about quitting but then poetry is like life , you can bring it alive or kill it but know that I'm your fan and friend and I admire you as a person and your writes. No pun intended. If you leave we will lose a great writer. Pen on dear poet...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami, I really mean that, but I am just having some fun...not going anywhere.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa. I was frightened indeed and saddened for a while...Good to know...You are welcome...:)

[Frieda P]

YOU'RE full of crap my friend, hahaha laughing here, very entertaining read, not your usual luverly poetry, this is a riot, I guess we all feel that way at times about our own stuff...no sighs here for you today, but I'm still laughing!I

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda for finding the humor in this, but I thin I need to do some splaining above.

[Frieda P]

Yep Lucy, start splaining................